Hey my loves! I know you all are doing well because life is meant to be lived in happiness, not in strife. This week has been pretty eventful. Last week I remember mentioning going to my friend's house to hang out. We did some adult things--not sex, silly duckies--and we watched episodes of "Family Guy." The last time I saw them was around my birthday and by birthday I mean the day of my 24th year on Earth, where I was throwing up in an ex-friend's backyard.
Anywho, no one picked up so I decided to head home. As I was in about to go to the lower level of the train station, I noticed someone's bright neon jacket...and saw that it was my friend Jessie that I haven't seen in close to two years! She was running for the train and totally didn't even see me so I ran behind her and when I got on the train I tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and her face lit up faster than flash cotton in a grease fire!
She couldn't believe it was me and she kept telling me "I'm going to embarrass you on this train!" I was just so happy to see her that I don't even think I had time to be embarrassed. I told her I was just getting off work and I told her I wanted to do something...AND SHE INVITED ME OVER!
We spent the night gossiping, laughing, and just loving each other. It was magical!
In less than twenty-four hours I got rid of one disrespectful, anger-filled reject and replaced him with an angelic, beautiful, and vivacious lady.
Since we're on the topic of vivacity, I'm gonna tell you what happened to me today. Well I had to stop by my psychiatrist's office to pick up a prescription--only the best for Gabe--and on my way home a young boy got on the train. He seemed nice...until he started dribbling/bouncing his basketball on the train. Everyone was looking at him like he had grown three heads and they had every right. This little Hispanic kid kept dribbling his ball until he got a seat and then he stopped to eat a gold-wrapped chocolate coin. (Yes I just pulled out the race umbrella, but remember I did talk about those bad-ass black kids last week.)
I thought his antics were over but after resting and stuffing his face with his gold-wrapped chocolate coin, he cringes up the foil, tosses it under the seat, and starts acting as if the train car is his own personal gym. He became the superhero Flash, well he tried. He was using people as "prop players" by "breaking" them and pump-faking in their faces and he used the poles as training posts to maneuver around. He got really close to me and I was hoping he'd just trip or topple over...but instead his basketball fell on one of my pink Polo sneakers.
Before recovering his ball, he looked me in the face and said "I'm so sorry." This little boy looked like he was about to shit his shorts but that didn't stop me from hating him and glaring at him behind my Ray-Bans. I wanted to say something, to speak for my fellow public transportation patrons. But everything that came to mind would make me look like the new bad guy or it ended with me in jail. So I didn't say anything and he took that as his cue to escape. But for the rest of my train ride he made sure to stay away from my side of the car.
In other news, I still love my job and pretty much love it even more now. I had the cutest couple come in and we spent close to four hours walking around and adding gifts to their registry. They are so sweet and I wish them the best life together. Their love is the love that inspires me to wait for the right one and to stop forcing people into someone I think might be right for me. Love doesn't come prepackaged and handed to you. Love is like making the perfect batch of brownies. It doesn't come to you when you force it. It comes when you pay attention to detail and accept the ingredients into your life. After mixing them with knowledgeable experience, then you can put that bad boy in the oven and you'll know exactly when it's ready...or you can burn the house down too.
What the fuck am I blabbering about? I'm tired LOL. Let's get to this week's Word of the Week.
Marriable (pronounced mae-ree-uh-bul): eligible to partake in matrimony; one who is a bachelor or bachelorette; a single person.
Ex: "Gabe, that girl over there is so hot. You think I can get her number?"
"You can try but by the ring on her finger, it doesn't look like she's marriable."
Now it's time for some Words of Wisdom.
"Only the boring get bored. But if you do become bored exit your comfort zone and try something new. Make today more interesting than yesterday and make tomorrow a promise. Live life like a flamboyant ninja."
I'm so excited for this week. With my new check I'll be able to pay off my gym membership from last year and start a new one because ain't nobody got time for fat! (I stole that from my friend Tracie and Sweet Brown.) And there's an event for school's alumni to come meet up and drink in the city...AND IT'S FOUR BLOCKS AWAY FROM MY JOB! MADNESS!
I think I've said enough for this week's post.
Have a fabulous week and keep it sassy.
I love you for reading!